My poem today about the death of about 257 soldiers during the crash of the Algerian military aircraft
Here is the beginning of the end
my life did not last long
He was happy to kiss his loved ones
Eager to leave
He abandoned his mother and father
He asked God to get up safely
And God fulfilled his wish .. Yes
He really returned to his god safely
A smiling and sad martyr
He was not sad about himself
He was not sad about his money
He was not sad about his peers
He was not sad about his life
He was sad for his mother
His mother will cry and sing
His mother, whose heart will be burned with flame and sorrow
His mother, to whom he gave birth, gave him a great and great birth
His mother who will live the rest of her life is lost
Her only mother who will cry again is to die
May God have mercy on every martyr who died on the plane
And make them Lord in the Gardens of Paradise
